Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.